A Yin had seen the girl's thoughts before, but she didn't necessarily see Wei Wei's blooming spring flowers wilted by the frost. Song Nineteen's eyes were full of confusion, but his face was whiter than the putty on the wall.
In her mind, Tu Lao Yao's soy eyes and big belly, thick palms and a grin, she wished to wipe her neck immediately.
A Yin stood up sideways, propped his head up with his wrists, and said with a smile, "If not, could it be me?"
She raised her hand to touch Song Nineteen's chin and shook her head: "I can't do it. My garden is full of peaches and plums, but you are a little gardenia."
Song Nineteen hid the lower half of his face biting his lip into the quilt, paused, and whispered in denial, "No."
A Yin squinted and winked at her for a while, the corners of his mouth were plausibly upturned, he laughed softly, and lay down again, not sure if he was happy or not, "Eleven..."
Song Nineteen's face was covered with powder, but she didn't let her meaningful pause. He turned over and asked her, "What?"
A Yin looked at the top of the bed with the shadow of the wooden shelf, and said with a smile: "Since her master left, she has been alone, and she has never seen what she likes or what she doesn't like."
A Yin tilted her head to look at Song Nineteen: "She treats you well, doesn't she?"
Song Nineteen nodded.
Ayin said: "She doesn't know what she does in her heart. She looks cold, but she is easy-going and meticulous in everything. But the kindness of others is closeness, but Eleven's kindness is just kindness. She treats others with three or four points to herself. The leeway, in the end, is still carefree."
"Put your heart on her, are you afraid?" If a heart is thrown to others, no matter whether it is water or mud, it will always be heard, but if it is placed on Li Shiyi, it will become If Li Shiyi didn't say anything about the wandering spirit that he couldn't see or touch, no one would be able to see it.
Kill or bury, A Yin sighed.
"Don't be afraid." Song Nineteen shook his head and pursed his lips, his eyes still shining.
A Yin patted her head, smiled, and then listened to Song Nineteen's question: "Then tell me, does she like me or not?"
A Yin glanced at her, and turned over tightly under the quilt: "What do I eat? I like this stuff, how do I know?"
"Ask Youngest Tu, he has a soft spot." A Yin yawned vaguely with a sleepy voice.
A night without dreams. The terrain is desolate, but fortunately it is very quiet. A few people slept well. Only the youngest Tu woke up once at night with a bloated belly. He squinted his eyelids and went to the toilet. One sentence: "You really don't want money?" Then he went back to the house and snored.
A Yin slept so much that his bones broke, and didn't get up until three poles in the sun. After washing his face with water, he pushed Song Nineteen up, who was still sleepy. The two lazily dressed and went downstairs after another half an hour.
It was a clear day, and the downstairs was not as deserted as last night. There were also a few tables of individual guests, chatting while eating. The aroma of roasted meat and sake passed through the mouth of Lixia, which made me greedy. A Yin and Song Nineteen sat down beside Mr. Tu. There was a drawer of paper buns as thin as cicada wings on the table. Dipped in ghee, and two bowls of sweet foam that resembles porridge but not porridge.
Li Shiyi brought vinegar from the next door and sat down next to him. Song Shijiu was a little uncomfortable because he confided at the beginning of yesterday, so he flicked his eyelashes twice and just buried his head in drinking porridge. Li Shiyi saw that she was holding a bun, Ask her: "Do you want vinegar?"
Song Nineteen shook his head, paused and said, "Yes."
A Yin bit the back of his hand and smiled lowly, Li Shiyi frowned, and picked a plate for Song Nineteen to pour.
"Thank you." Song Nineteen said, looking at the vinegar juice.
Li Shiyi paused, took back the vinegar bottle, and slightly tilted his head to look at Song Shijiu.
Song Nineteen lowered his head and took two bites of the meat bun. Then he raised his head. Seeing Li Shiyi, he was startled and asked her softly, "You didn't post it today?"
She touched the right side of her face with her fingers. Li Shiyi shook his head: "There are few people, so I'm too lazy to dress up."
Li Shiyi dragged his tail slack, his eyes lowered to look at the corner of the table, his index finger resting on the corner of his forehead, slowly moving up, with an unpretentious face, very casual and lazy.
Song Nineteen's heart throbbed again, his eyes followed her sliding fingertips, as if she had drawn a horizontal line on her heart, and said, "Here, here, here, give it all to me, okay?"
it is good.
Song Nineteen put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, squeezed the paper ball again, and pressed the corner of his lips in his hand.
While eating was lively, the proprietress, A Tang, came over and asked with a smile, "Is it enough to eat? Did you rest well yesterday? Are you going to continue the night today?"
The youngest Tu said: "The food is good, and the bed is warm, but eldest sister, your candle is too bright. I woke up last night, and I didn't pay attention and thought it was bright."
He looked around and said, "Why are you still holding a lamp in the middle of the day?"
There was nothing to do, A-Tang sat down and glanced at the oily lamps everywhere. They were not very conspicuous in the daytime. The flames were swaying, and the wind was blowing outside, and the flames only made the flames crooked. , again stood up firmly.
A-Tang folded her hands on the table, sat slantingly, raised her chin at the oil lamp, and turned her head: "Everyone, I don't know, this is an ordinary oil lamp, but a mermaid paste."
"Mermaid cream?" A Yin frowned.
The youngest Tu knew that when he couldn't understand it, he simply didn't make a sound, but calmly grabbed a piece of You Xuan'er.
"I seem to have heard of mermaid cream." Song Nineteen thought for a while.
"The Emperor Qin's Mausoleum." Li Shiyi said.
Song Jiujiu glanced at her and remembered: "I read the "Historical Records" a few days ago, and it said: 'The first emperor succeeded the throne at the beginning, and he went through to govern Mount Li, and the whole world, and the whole world sent to 700,000 people. In the three springs, the copper is put down and the coffin is formed. The palaces are filled with all kinds of official and strange tools. The craftsmen are made to make machine crossbow arrows, and those who have penetrated close are shot. Mercury is used for hundreds of rivers, rivers and seas, and the machine is instilled. Astronomy, geography under it. With mermaid ointment as a candle, it will last for a long time.'"
She shook her head for a long time, and then glanced at Li Shiyi, who happened to be looking at her, and when she met her gaze, she smiled lightly with her curved lips.
"Ayin," Mr. Tu tapped on the table, "translate."
A Yin smiled instead of being angry, and said softly: "It is said that the world is full of wonders, and even an old gangster dares to summon his aunt."
Tu Laoyao originally listened with his ears, but he waited for a while of teasing with a gun and a stick, and he shrugged his shoulders in an instant, Lai smiled and said: "Where is the command, it's not that you are old-fashioned, I am taught by a teacher Just know."
A Yin looked a little happy and turned his head: "It is said that there are mermen outside the South China Sea, also known as Quan Ke, who are similar in shape to humans, but live in water. This mermaid paste is made from the bones of the merman and boiled in oil. Cheng, it is said that a drop can be burned for several days and not extinguished. In the tomb of the Qin Emperor mentioned on the eleventh, there is incense wax made of this mermaid paste, which will keep the ground forever bright."
The youngest Tu tutted and looked at the mermaid lantern in admiration, and there was some joy on his face: "Can we enjoy the emperor's things too?"
"You have such a treasure in this small shop." The youngest Tu gave a thumbs up.
A Tang said: "This is also a chance. We are near the sea, but there are no fishing goods. I went to the sea last two years, but I saw a few fishermen net the dying shark, saying that it seemed to be stranded. I saw I bought it when it didn't live long, and boiled oil to make a lamp, but luckily those fishermen didn't know the goods, and they were afraid of causing trouble, but it was only a few hundred dollars."
"That's why, no wonder." A Yin murmured. No wonder the night is always bright, no wonder there is a strange incense burning, no wonder the corpse is used as a lamp, no wonder it recruits wandering spirits.
"What does the merman look like?" Mr. Tu asked.
"It's very ugly, and it doesn't look like a human being. The skin is like a dragon's skin, as thick as a finger. There are small holes in the neck, and there are only two holes in the ears." A Tang said.
"Oh." Mr. Tu laughed and lost his curiosity.
Everyone was silent for a while, then A-Tang stood up to clean up the dishes and said, "Just now when I was cleaning up the house, I saw cooked glutinous rice in the four corners and black donkey hooves on the beams, dare to ask, are any of you gentlemen? "
Li Shiyi raised his eyes: "What?"
A-Tang piled up the dishes and said, "I heard that further north, near the Malan Mountains, there is an old tomb. It is said that an emperor escaped to repair it. There is a lot of gold in the tomb, and many gentlemen and warlocks went to the tomb. Down."
"Ho!" The golden age of Antiques in Troubled Times, Tu Lao Yao's trick brightened, "Can someone get it?"
A-Tang shook her head: "Some of them died, but some of them came back, but they were so demented that they wouldn't say anything, and they didn't know what was inside."
After Ah Tang finished speaking, she put the top bowl aside, picked it up and headed to the kitchen.
Li Shiyi thought about it for a while, and said that he had half a chapter in his mind, got up and went back to the guest room. A Yin slammed the sunflower seeds, listening to the gossip at the next table.
Song Nineteen withdrew his gaze that was chasing Li Shiyi's back, and tugged at the sleeve of the youngest.
Tu Laoyao stopped peeling the seeds: "What's wrong?"
Song Nineteen lowered his voice: "You said, does Li Shiyi like me or not?"
"I like it." Mr. Tu chewed the melon seeds twice.
"Really?" Song Nineteen's ears moved.
The youngest Tu was happy: "Who among us doesn't like you?"
Song Nineteen glanced at him, not giving up: "It's not like that. It's... I have a soft spot for you. You are like your mother-in-law."
Tu Laoyao was stunned for a moment, watching Song Nineteen chew the air a few times, shaking his head and the flesh on his cheeks trembling: "I don't like it."
"Why?" Song Nineteen's heart tightened.
The youngest Tu said seriously, "She is your mother."